Song of Anne Boleyn
I have a long, graceful neck
or so I’ve just been told
It will be an easy target
is what I think
My fear, squashed down inside
My fate, sealed by another’s treachery
I refuse to let them see me cry
My last day dawns
Damp and dreary
I am led to the block
where I drop to my knees
“Father forgive them, for they know
not what they do…”
Darkness surrounds me as I am
blindfolded, pushed down
My long, graceful neck bare
I pray the swordsman’s aim is true
A silent prayer on my lips
For husband, for king, for country
For forgiveness…
Then…
…nothingness
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Lisa Carroll is an aspiring author and poet, and a lover of history. She is pursuing a degree in history from Maryland University College. Lisa is enthralled by Tudor England, the Battle of the Alamo, the American Civil War, and World War II.
